Page 1 of A Game Of Love

Chapter 1

Tobias

Trapped. That's what I feel like at this moment. Held captive by my own mind, my body betraying me, forcing me to stand here and watch every excruciating moment of the scene before me.

“Oh, god!” Lilly gasps, the sound leaving her lips nothing but pure pleasure. Pleasure caused by a man who isn’t me. Not just any man, the man I call my best friend. A man who is like a brother to me. Was. Was like a brother, because all I want to do right now is wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze.

“Such a good girl. You cum so prettily, Lilly.” The way Bishop looks at her like she is his whole fucking world feels like a fist wrapping around my heart. But the next words are what crushes it to dust. “I love you.”

How the fuck did he think he had any right to tell her that? Sure, he’s spoken those words to her before, but not like this. Not when they mean something completely different this time.

Lilly smiles up at him dreamily, and it’s yet another blow. The only thing that keeps me from fully losing my mind is that she doesn’t say the words back.

The longer I stand there, the more I feel my body starting to shake. Devastation, hurt, betrayal... so many different emotions rush through me at the same time, battling each other to be in control.

Lilly bites her lower lip, eyes still heavy with lust. For him. For fucking him!

“We should go... before anyone sees us.”

“Too late for that,” I manage to rasp out, voice just as broken as my heart feels at this moment.

Lily's eyes snap over to mine. “Toby!” her voice a low whisper. She ducks out of Bishop’s arms, moving a few feet away from him.

Quickly, she messes with her hair, patting it down as if trying to hide her sex-mused hair would help anything before tugging at her dress.

“It’s... It’s not–”

“It’s not what it looks like?” I ask, expecting myself to blow up in anger, to scream, to lose my head. But all I feel is hurt and a numb feeling slowly crawling its way over my body, seeping into my bones.

“Toby, man–”

“Don’t!” I beg, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring. Not in anger but in need of air. I feel like I’m drowning. I want to claw at my chest, my throat, to demand this soul-crushing pain to go away. “Don’t lie to me. Just... don’t.”

Bishop blows out a heavy breath, nodding his head as he runs his hands through his hair. The same fucking hand that was just inside her.

A wave of nausea turns my stomach.

“How long?” I ask Lilly, unable to look at the man I trusted more than anyone in this world. Apart from the girl who stands before me. I’ve never felt so alone.

“Toby, please,” Lilly says with caution, taking a step towards me.

I shake my head roughly, taking a step back. “How long?” I don’t miss the hurt that flashes across her flushed cheeks. It can’t be anywhere near the hurt I’m feeling in this moment.

She wraps her arms around herself as if needing someone to hold her. Bishop instantly notices and goes to take a step forward.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” A spark of anger ignites inside me. “Don’t you fucking touch her.”

“Toby, man, please. Just hear us out. Talk to us.”

“Don’t you fucking speak to me,” I seethe, pointing a finger at him before swinging my gaze around to the girl who owns my whole existence in the palm of her soft, slender hand. “How long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?”

Anger flashes in her pretty blue eyes. “Don’t.” She shakes her head. “Don’t start making assumptions you know nothing about.”

“Assumptions?” I laugh in disbelief. “You wanna tell me he wasn’t just finger fucking you up against that wall?” I point towards the house.

“We haven’t had sex,” Bishop insists.

“I know you wanna say ‘yet’, so damn bad, don’t you, Bishop?” The laugh that leaves me is slightly hysterical. My eyes find Lilly. “Fine, if you’re not fucking, you’re still doing something. How long has this been going on?”

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